The Christmasey ones were taken on December 30 and the orange Clemson ones were taken this past Monday night!
He’s just started to pull up and stand on his own. Kinda makes me all sniffly inside…my big boy.. sniff.
Posts Tagged: sears sessions
17
Oct 08
Happy Babyween!
Today we had (yet another) Sears photo session at noon.
Kevin is off on Fridays, so it’s always nice to having him accompany me on these trips! Plus it means that we get to have an excursion to the mall food court afterwards. And, since Jack-Evan usually passes out after his pictures are taken, we get some quality adult time.
Sitting there across from my beloved husband, in the loud, bustling food court, scarfing down a 3-cheese steak footlong, snarfing bacon & cheese fries, with a sleeping baby in the stroller beside us, we can almost pretend we’re on a most exquisite date.
Almost.
But even with those romantic possibilities on the horizon, I came close to cancelling our photo session today. As I was changing Jack’s diaper this morning, 5,783 reasons why we should NOT go across town to the mall today zipped randomly through my mind.
Fortunately, I talked myself out of talking myself out of it though. I mean, this is Jack’s first ever, first-ever-halloween. He’s going to be a lion. If I don’t drop everything and capture the moments on film (er..pixels??), I’ll regret it later. He’ll never have a second chance to have a first moment, right? He’ll only be a baby once.
At least, that’s how I rationalize my obsession with photographing my kid. All moms need some sort of rational thought stream, or we’d go nuts with our shenanigans.
For what it’s worth, I ended up very happy that we did keep our appointment. 
17
Oct 08
Family Portraits
I have to admit, I am addicted to capturing memories.
Kevin and I practically live at the Sears portrait studio.
Jack is only 5 months old, yet we’ve already had 8 sessions.
C’mon…low as their prices are, who can resist??
One day, my sweet Jack-Evan will be all grown up.
The chubby baby cheeks, the toothless gums,
and the milky breath will be long forgotten.
We’ll look back on these days,
and think…
“Wow, when was he ever this little?”
